Where's my money, John?

I see the way you strout

I see the way you strout up and down Abbey Road

I see the way you strout up and down Abbey Road Like a puma

I see the way you strout up and down Abbey Road Like a puma Skilled enough to scuba

I see the way you strout up and down Abbey Road Like a puma Skilled enough to scuba But dude...

I see the way you strout up and down Abbey Road Like a puma Skilled enough to scuba But dude... You ain't nothing but a pupa.

Give me my money, John!

If you are lucky I'll pretend

If you are lucky I'll pretend I don't see the robe you wear

If you are lucky I'll pretend I don't see the robe you wear what you think to be a coat

If you are lucky I'll pretend I don't see the robe you wear what you think to be a coat It's a cover to avoid contend.

I'm not going to ask again, John.

You see yourself as Buddha

You see yourself as Buddha But not even fish will nib you

You see yourself as Buddha But not even fish will nib you And the Barracuda?

You see yourself as Buddha But not even fish will nib you And the Barracuda? She made a deal with Jesus

You see yourself as Buddha But not even fish will nib you And the Barracuda? She made a deal with Jesus They both agreed your shit is

You see yourself as Buddha But not even fish will nib you And the Barracuda? She made a deal with Jesus They both agreed your shit is worthless,

You see yourself as Buddha But not even fish will nib you And the Barracuda? She made a deal with Jesus They both agreed your shit is worthless, like my split ends.

So, where's my money,

So, where's my money, boy?